Typhon

Chapter 15

Stone~

My dick's been hard for Rylee ever since I left her apartment Saturday, and it didn't seem as if my condition was going to change any time soon. It had taken every ounce of willpower that I'd had to leave her apartment Saturday, leaving both me and her unsatisfied, and it sucked.

Honestly, I couldn't remember the last time that I'd just made out with a girl, but that was probably because I had to have been thirteen or fourteen the last time that I'd done such a thing. After losing my virginity at fourteen, there hadn't been a whole lot of hand holding or the like. I'd already been told about The Order, so from then on out, I'd get laid, then call it a day.

Until Rylee.

Now, while I knew that she still wasn't completely onboard with marrying me, I wasn't too worried about it. I'd hold her to the contract if I had to, though I hoped that it wouldn't come to that. After that make out session on her couch, it was obvious that she was attracted to me, so I was hoping that would tip the scales in my favor.

Last night, all of us initiates had met for a follow-up to Friday night. Fox had organized it, and we had all exchanged numbers, even August. He also hadn't mentioned my Hera contract with Rylee, but since the meeting had revolved mostly around expectations and Alexander's surprise announcement that he was going to be on-hand the next few months, there'd been no need to mention the girls. I was still curious about why Saxton had chosen Kincaid, but I thought that question best asked privately. Plus, it wasn't like I was expecting him to answer me anyway. Saxton Voss wasn't one to follow the crowd, so he'd been aptly dubbed Basilisk. Hell, we'd all been aptly dubbed.

Plus, just like I hadn't asked him about Kincaid, no one had asked me about Rylee. Even after August had taken off and the rest of us had hung back for a while longer, no one had asked me why I was marrying Rylee, instead of just sponsoring her. However, even if they had asked, none of them would have believed the truth. Hell, Lennox could hardly believe it himself, and he knew me best out of everyone in the world. Though unbelievable, it was simple; it'd been like being struck by lightning, and that changed a motherfucker.

So, now armed with Rylee's school schedule and everything else that I knew about her, I was waiting for her in front of her Data Structures class. I needed to start acting like a boyfriend if I was going to get her to agree-willingly-to this marriage, so I figured that I might as well start now.

I'd gotten a few head nods and a lot of stares as I leaned back against the building, but I'd gotten some gawking when I saw Rylee walking up, and I pushed off the wall, then walked towards her, wrapping my left arm around her waist, then kissing the side of her face like this was all normal for us.

"Hey, baby," I greeted softly.

She froze for a second, but then quickly melted into my arms. "Hey," she mumbled.

Then, because people were tripping over themselves in disbelief, I made a show of grabbing her left hand, then kissing the huge rock perched on her ring finger. She'd been wearing it on Saturday when I had stopped by her apartment, and I figured that the small gesture had to mean something. Plus, the more people that noticed it and knew who the guy was that had put it there...well, the least likely that she'd be to back out of the marriage. I had to employ whatever manipulative strategies that I could here.

"Miss me?" I teased.

Rylee was trying to bury her face in my chest, and I did my best not to laugh at her. "What are you doing?" she hissed into my shirt.

"I'm just here to tell my fiancé good morning," I automatically replied.

Her head jerked up, and her blue eyes were wide because I'd said that shit loud enough to be heard by anyone in the area. "Stone," she whispered-yelled. "I thought we were taking this slow?"